Revival Mode - Every Time I Die

Thanks, Lord

But I don’t need anymore

Poor advice, poor advice

Caught in a cannon with a one way ticket

Four riders in a town with one horse

I wagered a sure thing against what was behind the first door

Stack the chips, let it ride

Out of sight, out of mind

It’s fool proof and it won’t do to make safe bets

While I’m towing the line

Thanks, Lord

But I don’t need anymore

Poor advice, poor advice

I had a lock on a dirty little secret

A raging bull who was fixed to fall down

I’ve been waiting at ringside

My whole life, but he’s still swinging on

I’ve got debts piling high

I’ve got addictions and ex-wives

But I’ve stayed true

So I thank you for bearing witness while I waste my fucking life

I’m ready to pay the judge

To pay the judge

To pay the judge

Now

I need to tip the scale

Some sort of bribery

I’m not waiting this out

I need to pay the judge

To pay the judge

To pay the judge

Now

I need to grease a palm

Some sort of certainty

I’m sick of waiting this out

I should have learned a more noble craft

Out of the library into the lab

Will the machine gunners please step forth?

Will the machine gunners please step forth?

There’s only room on this rescue boat

For butchers and bakers and men with hope

And will the machine gunners please step forth?

Will the machine gunners please step forth?

Thanks, Lord

But I don’t need anymore

Poor advice, poor advice

Thanks, Lord

But I don’t need anymore

Poor advice, poor advice